Stuck on Seen: A Simp’s Confession

I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere between our late-night chats and her casual “you’re the sweetest haha,” I became that guy again.

The simp.

Her name this time is Kara.

We’re not together.
We’re not “talking.”
We’re not anything, actually.
But somehow, she still has me wrapped around her little finger.

It’s stupid, I know.
Everyone who hears the story says the same things:

“Bro she doesn’t like you.”
“She’s using you.”
“She only talks to you when she’s bored.”

I know all of this.

But the problem is… I don’t act like I know.

Like yesterday.
She messaged me at 1:17 AM:

“Are you awake? 🥺”

Of course I was not.
But I replied instantly anyway.

She called me, crying about her situationship with some gym guy who “doesn’t treat her right.”
And there I was, sitting on the edge of my bed, half-asleep, telling her she deserves someone better.

Someone who listens.
Someone who cares.
Someone like—well, me.

She sniffled, said:

“You’re literally the only one I trust.”

And that line?
It hooked right into my chest like a fish getting reeled in.

I know she doesn’t want me.
I know if I told her how I truly felt, she’d pull back faster than WiFi during a storm.

But I keep showing up anyway.

Tonight was the worst.

She posted a story in a dress.
Not just any dress—one I complimented last week when she wore it during a night out.
She looked stunning.

And the caption?

“He’s picking me up at 8 😘”

Not me.
Not even close.

But what did I do?
Did I get mad?
Did I walk away?

Nope.

I DMed her:

“You look amazing. Have fun.”

Why did I say that?
Why do I keep being the supportive background character in her love life?

I don’t know anymore.

I’m self-aware enough to see the pattern… just not strong enough to break it.

People think being a simp means you don’t realize what’s happening.
But the truth is worse:

You DO realize it.
You just don’t know how to stop.

And that’s where I am right now.

I’m tired of feeling like a placeholder.
Tired of being the emotional charger people plug into only when their real options drain them.

I want to stop.
I want to walk away.
I want to choose myself.

But… I don’t know how.

And that’s the part that scares me.